Mom and son – Newfound confidence brings sexual liberation
The doorbell rang and I answered it. It was the delivery man with a package for my mother. “Was that for me?” my mother asked, coming down the stairs. She was still dressed in her office clothes after arriving home a few short minutes ago. She looked good. As a lawyer for a mid-sized downtown firm, it was practically required that she dress sharp. Her fingers were still busy removing her earrings when she came down the stairs. “It’s those books you ordered,” I said. “Can you open it for me? Bring them to my room. Thanks.” She casually removed … Read more